Are you ready for part 2??? I would hope so since you clicked it. Unless, you are like me and click links, open them, and keep them open before you get up to go do something else. That way when you come back, it is there for you and you will not forget. If you do not do this, you should try it sometime. But I digress...
I go a little overboard. So, after not being able to get women in New York for so long, when I finally found my rhythm I went crazy. Since the break-up in November of 2011; I have dated more than 100 women. Your first thought might be, "BRIAN!!!! Where did you meet all of these women?" My reply is simple, "J-date". hahahaha I kid, I kid. I did Match.com for a month, but the women on there were weird. Or maybe they were all normal, and I'm the weird one. I'll accept the latter as the more correct statement. And, I was on OKC for about 5 months. (OKC is OKCupid) And although I like the concept of online dating; I do not think I am that good at it. I feel like people are pretty genuine in describing themselves as they see themselves. But, that isn't necessarily how a member of the opposite sex will see this person on a first date. I like my good, old fashioned, random face-to-face encounter.
As examples, in the past week I have met three women (who I hope do not read this blog, or maybe I hope they do). haha Technically I only met 2, but I wanted to meet the 3rd, but silly subway doors get in the way. I'll explain. I met the first woman on the train. She was gorgeous, wearing a yellow and white dress. I cannot recall her name. She works for a theater company on the business side, but wants to be an actress. She sat beside me on the train, and I planned my gameplan. I looked around the car, and saw a gentleman with a huge horse head in his lap. I tapped the lovely lady on the shoulder, waited for her to take her headphones out, pointed at the horsehead and said, "I wish I could say this was the first time seeing a huge horsehead on the subway, but I've lived a wild life". She laughed, I was funny, she laughed some more, and then we got coffee at her stop. I don't drink coffee, but I sure look good watching someone else drink it. haha
Example two this week is Lindsey. I was out the other night and it started raining. I was walking to the subway station, less than a block away, when I see a woman running the opposite direction. Without hesitation I turn, and begin running with her, holding the umbrella over her. She turns to me and says, "Are you serious right now?" as our run morphed into jog, then to walk. I said, "Yes. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't offer to escort you home in this monsoon?" She smiled and said, "You are fucking awesome!" I replied, "You are obviously correct!" She informed me she lived 10 blocks from the subway (five one way, five the other) and wanted to know if I really wanted to walk that far. I replied that I would kind of be an ass to stop now, and we kept walking. We talked, we laughed, and genuinely had a great 10 minutes together. She had been on a crappy first date with a guy she met on Tinder. She said he was hot, but he was an oversharer. I was like, "OH, within the first three minutes he told you his uncle molested him?" She laughed, and replied, "Not quite that bad, but close". Once I got her to her doorstep, I gave her a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. I would have went for a full-on kiss, but I didn't want her to think I had walked her home, just to try to get some. I thought the walk home was the gentlemanly thing to do. I wasn't trying to get in her pants, so I did not want her to think so. Either way, I gave her my number, and she called me. We're supposed to go out next week. The one problem is, she didn't let it ring long enough (even though she let it ring for like 10 seconds), so her number never showed up on my caller id. :-( I finished our interaction with, "So, I am going out on a limb and saying I'm the highlight of your night". She agreed, and I was on my way. As I turned to walk away, it stopped raining.
Example three, which is the final example for this week was also a train situation. I got off the train at 79th street yesterday. As I walked down the platform, I saw a gorgeous, gorgeous woman sitting in the car that was beside the one I had ridden in. We locked eyes. I smiled, and threw up my hand to wave. She looked a little puzzled as if it was to her or not, so I smiled even bigger. I pointed at her, and then blew her a kiss. She grinned, and put her head down sheepishly. It was too adorable. Had the doors not already been closed, I would have jumped on that train, and ridden it another stop, just to get this woman's information. Alas, it wasn't to be. But, that woman had a feel good moment, and I'm sure the rest of the day she thought about the moment she shared with a stranger that blew her a kiss.
I guess the takeaway from this is, I'm not afraid to approach any woman, or to just be myself. Confidence is SO fucking sexy. And although I do enjoy being me, sometimes I have to tone down the Brian when I first meet someone.
Anyways, back to where I was headed: I had my slightly over 100 dates (I won't say how many, I do not want to seem tawdry), and it was an overload. I gave up dating for three months. And, this was three of the happiest months of my New York life. I've recently started dating again, and I feel a little rusty, but I'll be back in the swing of things before I know it. However, I don't want to be the guy that dates 3 or 4 (or 12) women at a time any more. I want to find that one special woman, and settle down.
I'll get to that in (Part Three)
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